A fun colored image by  liillin :)

I guess this would be the natural follow up to the previous pic, albeit perhaps skipping what some might have wanted to see. Alas, you merely get to experience what she could recall, and the more notable lasting impression that the previous night left behind. Of course, it is but the start of our longer next journey with Natasha. :3

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A dull light poured from the bedroom window, barely covered by blinds hastily closed the night before. As the sun rose, it became apparent that left alone, the room would become too bright for its occupant to remain enraptured by the feelings of sleep. The sleeping Ratton stirred as a beam of light crossed her eyes, and with the lightest sense of consciousness across her mind, the deluge of additional feelings drew her out of sleep proper.

Natasha's eyes opened slowly at first, and she rubbed her forehead to bring back some recollections of the previous evening. She remembered the wonderful date with her fox boyfriend, but as the night progressed in her mind, she could only remember snippets of picture and a sound that blurred together, in ways that made her heart rush. Within seconds, it came to her surprise that not only was she not in her usual evening garb, she was not wearing anything at all under the covers. On second thought, she realized she was not even in her own bed.

The Ratton threw the covers off of her body, and indeed she was naked and within her boyfriend's room. The scent of heat had long since faded away, but the lingering sensation still tingled in the back of her nostrils. She saw nobody else in the room with her; Rico must have left for work or something else. It was hard for her to concentrate on where he said he would be, as new sensations wracked her newly-awoken body. Her insides contracted, muscles tensed in ways she had trouble contemplating. It was as though she was being crushed but only from the inside. Her stomach tensed, and she rushed to the bathroom.

One unpleasant moment having ended, Natasha stood up in the bathroom and put on one of her lover's bathrobes - a cute color, she noted. The robes themselves held well to her body, and she admired herself in the mirror for a moment before those tingling sensations returned deep within her body. She felt a dull ache as her muscles tensed and shifted slightly with a flurry of activity within, and a raging hunger was looming in the distance. Within a few minutes of waking, the Ratton realized something was amiss.

She rushed over to her purse, scrambling through the items within until she found it - her emergency pregnancy test. Natasha went back into the bathroom and waited. Rico was a very gifted fox, but in her mosaic of evening delights, she did recall him using protection. And yet, the hunger grew, and the rumbling sensations kept building within her depths. The test let out a pathetic blip, and she grabbed hold to see it provide its answer: a flash of a plus and the word pregna, before the whole device fizzled and sparked out its last. Was it normal for tests to do that?

Her cheeks flushed and ears perked high. If the test was even close to being accurate before it gave up the gadget ghost, time was not her ally. Even as she stood staring at the test, her robe began to tighten slightly, and her thoughts kept pulling to breakfast. All the breakfast.

Natasha ran back into the bedroom and tried to put on last night's casual outfit she had on-hand. The panties and bra fit fairly okay, but as she pulled up the pants and brought down the shirt, it became more apparent that her body would be a poor candidate for the outfit soon enough. Grabbing her purse and tossing the test into the trash - beside a large condom marked with an expiration date years old - Natasha made her way to the kitchen.

The morning was very early, still, and some offices would be closed for a few hours longer. And yet, she could feel an escalation within. Her species was known for immense litters that could be born in record time, and while hybrid litters would differ, nobody could say for sure what a hyper fox's output would do combined with her highly fertile kind. She swallowed hard at the prospect of her near-term situation before she swallowed down whatever foods she could grab onto. She silently apologized to her absent boyfriend as she relieved him of all the fruit and vegetables she could grab. Eggs were cooking while toast was toasting, but the bread that could not fit was immediately devoured instead. She was in a flurry of feeding, but she had to keep her cool. If she kept eating her foxboy's food without a care, she would not be able to get the help she needed before things got out of hand - as if they were not already slipping out of hers.

She pulled out her cell phone, dialing while munching on her second egg sandwich. She had to call Tamika. She would know what to do.